Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.

Monday, June 08, 2009

stuck in time

underground in that atticshe was on her knees searching desperatelyshe fell on a slab of somethingit was the book-thick, black and covered with dustits boards were bowed. creaked too when she opened it, yellowed pages stuck by mildew.

his photo hidden in the pagesfor more decades than anyone recalledstill intact. eyes twinkled back at hershe sat there for how long no one can saywhen they found her, she had joined him-their souls mated for eternity

About Me

For someone who teaches mathematics, poetry comes easy. There are so many aspects about myself that are unknown even to me. Poetry is way to explore myself. Where it will lead me, I don't know. I don't want to know. I thrive on the unknown.